12.04.2004
morning wood
i'm up early, for a saturday. the big man was out the door at 6 for work (work on saturday morning, what crap!). i returned to bed for about an hour after that, but my mental alarm did its job and at 7:29 sharp, and i awoke feeling half awake and maybe 18% alert and sprinted downstairs to begin the arduous process of Putting My Ass Together.
it took about a half hour, and i'm not totally done yet-- i still have to put some makeup on and get my stuff1 together, but that'll only take ten minutes. i have to hang out til 9 to make a quick stop by n@tion@l shitty bank to do some banking for the boy, and then the gas station to prepare ECTO 12 for the journey, and then, i'm off like a prom dress3!
this whirlwind adventure should come to an end sometime around 11pm, at which point i hope to at least be somewhere on new circle road, if not already sitting in my living room drinking some bourbon. i won't be able to drink too much at the reception, seeing as how i'm driving home. in fact, there's a chance i will spend most of the ride home coming to term with the fact i gave up free booze. as usual, i'm way off track here...
so then, hopefully, if i'm not too tired or sick4 or anything, it's off to the ice house for steve artman's show. and after that, maybe a game of shuffleboard or a bake-off.
well, i'd better get to finishing up those footnotes. i'm really dense in the morning, like david foster wallace without all the vocabulary and the education and the good writing skills and stuff.
my toothbrush is calling out to me, i must answer.
ciao.
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1 "stuff" = the pouch with the weed in it and flip flops so i don't have to drive in my heels
2 my car, formerly known as mandrake, recently renamed. thanks rjx-511.
3 well, not my prom dress. my prom date was waaaaaay too drunk to be doing anything even remotely sexy on prom night. in fact, he passed out and i went to smoke a blunt with my friend sara and some fire alarms (not set off by the blunt, though that would be a better story) and craziness ensued.
4 any time i go up to NW ohio for any family related anything, i come home sick. it's always 10-15 degrees colder up there, maybe that's it. or maybe it's the terrorists. not sure.
it took about a half hour, and i'm not totally done yet-- i still have to put some makeup on and get my stuff1 together, but that'll only take ten minutes. i have to hang out til 9 to make a quick stop by n@tion@l shitty bank to do some banking for the boy, and then the gas station to prepare ECTO 12 for the journey, and then, i'm off like a prom dress3!
this whirlwind adventure should come to an end sometime around 11pm, at which point i hope to at least be somewhere on new circle road, if not already sitting in my living room drinking some bourbon. i won't be able to drink too much at the reception, seeing as how i'm driving home. in fact, there's a chance i will spend most of the ride home coming to term with the fact i gave up free booze. as usual, i'm way off track here...
so then, hopefully, if i'm not too tired or sick4 or anything, it's off to the ice house for steve artman's show. and after that, maybe a game of shuffleboard or a bake-off.
well, i'd better get to finishing up those footnotes. i'm really dense in the morning, like david foster wallace without all the vocabulary and the education and the good writing skills and stuff.
my toothbrush is calling out to me, i must answer.
ciao.
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1 "stuff" = the pouch with the weed in it and flip flops so i don't have to drive in my heels
2 my car, formerly known as mandrake, recently renamed. thanks rjx-511.
3 well, not my prom dress. my prom date was waaaaaay too drunk to be doing anything even remotely sexy on prom night. in fact, he passed out and i went to smoke a blunt with my friend sara and some fire alarms (not set off by the blunt, though that would be a better story) and craziness ensued.
4 any time i go up to NW ohio for any family related anything, i come home sick. it's always 10-15 degrees colder up there, maybe that's it. or maybe it's the terrorists. not sure.
# posted by Nancy Cunningham @ 7:59 AM 
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